Honey don't walk out, I'm too drunk to follow
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
Well, maybe a little rough around the edges
Or inside, a little hollow
Yeah, I get faced with some things, sometimes
That are so hard to swallow, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
I was born a rebel
Yeah, she picked me up in the mornin', and she paid all my tickets
Then she screamed in the car
Left me out in the thicket
Well I never woulda' dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Yeah, but I keep comin' back
'Cause it's so hard to kick it, hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
I was born a rebel
Even before my father's father
They called us all rebels
As they burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
I can still feel the eyes of those blue-bellied devils
Yeah, when I'm walking 'round at night
Through the concrete and metal, hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
I was born a rebel
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
Born a rebel
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - Southern Accents Album Lyrics
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - Southern Accents Lyrics
Writer: Tom Petty
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
It Ain't Nothin' to Me
We got a man on the moon (it ain't nothin' to me)
We got more comin' soon (it ain't nothin' to me)
Got natives in New Guinea with gold in their teeth
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me
But when you dance I can go right with you
Yeah when you dance I just go right with you
We got smilin' politicians
Got songs from rich musicians
Called Tokyo long distance and the queen came for tea
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me
I got a dog on my leg
I'm walking on eggs
Missionaries walking backwards
Touch 'em and they bleed
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me
Everyone has a message
For avoiding the wreckage
Gypsies at home watching Jerry Falwell on TV
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me
Absolutely, infinitum!
Oh yes baby that's really something!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Yeah, that's really something!
Ha!
We got more comin' soon (it ain't nothin' to me)
Got natives in New Guinea with gold in their teeth
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me
But when you dance I can go right with you
Yeah when you dance I just go right with you
We got smilin' politicians
Got songs from rich musicians
Called Tokyo long distance and the queen came for tea
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me
I got a dog on my leg
I'm walking on eggs
Missionaries walking backwards
Touch 'em and they bleed
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me
Everyone has a message
For avoiding the wreckage
Gypsies at home watching Jerry Falwell on TV
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me
Absolutely, infinitum!
Oh yes baby that's really something!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Yeah, that's really something!
Ha!
Writer: Dave Stewart, Thomas Early Petty
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Universal Music Publishing Group
Dont Come Around Here No More
Hey, hey
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Whatever you're looking for
Hey, don't come around here no more
I've given up, stop
I've given up, stop
I've given up, stop, on waiting any longer
I've given up, on this love getting stronger
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
I don't feel you anymore
You darken my door
Whatever you're looking for
Hey, don't come around here no more
I've given up, stop
I've given up, stop
I've given up, (stop) you tangle my emotions
I've given up, honey please admit it's over
Hey, don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Stop walking down my street
Don't come around here no more
Who you expect to meet?
Don't come around here no more
And whatever you're looking for
Hey don't come around here no more
Hey
Honey, please (honey, please)
Don't come around here no more
Whatever you're looking for
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Whatever you're looking for
Hey, don't come around here no more
I've given up, stop
I've given up, stop
I've given up, stop, on waiting any longer
I've given up, on this love getting stronger
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
I don't feel you anymore
You darken my door
Whatever you're looking for
Hey, don't come around here no more
I've given up, stop
I've given up, stop
I've given up, (stop) you tangle my emotions
I've given up, honey please admit it's over
Hey, don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Stop walking down my street
Don't come around here no more
Who you expect to meet?
Don't come around here no more
And whatever you're looking for
Hey don't come around here no more
Hey
Honey, please (honey, please)
Don't come around here no more
Whatever you're looking for
Don't come around here no more
Writer: Tom Petty, Dave Stewart
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Southern Accents
There's a southern accent
Where I come from
The young 'uns call it country
The Yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin'
But everything is done
With a southern accent
Where I come from
Now that drunk tank in Atlanta's
Just a motel room to me
Think I might go work Orlando
If them orange groves don't freeze
I got my own way of workin'
And everything is run
With a southern accent
Where I come from
For just a minute there, I was dreaming
For just a minute, it was all so real
For just a minute, she was standing there, with me
And there's a dream I keep having
Where my mama comes to me
And kneels down over by the window
And says a prayer for me
I got my own way of prayin'
And everyone's begun
With a southern accent
Where I come from
I got my own way of livin'
And everything is done
With a southern accent
Where I come from
Where I come from
The young 'uns call it country
The Yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin'
But everything is done
With a southern accent
Where I come from
Now that drunk tank in Atlanta's
Just a motel room to me
Think I might go work Orlando
If them orange groves don't freeze
I got my own way of workin'
And everything is run
With a southern accent
Where I come from
For just a minute there, I was dreaming
For just a minute, it was all so real
For just a minute, she was standing there, with me
And there's a dream I keep having
Where my mama comes to me
And kneels down over by the window
And says a prayer for me
I got my own way of prayin'
And everyone's begun
With a southern accent
Where I come from
I got my own way of livin'
And everything is done
With a southern accent
Where I come from
Writer: Tom Petty
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Make It Better (Forget About Me)
Honey, I want to make it better, baby
Honey, I want to make it good again
Baby, I want to make it better, girl
Yeah better for you and me
Honey, wait and see
I know it's been a long, long time
But it's going to be alright
Honey, you mustn't let it drag you down
When there's a lot a fools around
And anything I can do, honey
I'm going to do it for you
I want to make it better, baby
Listen, I want to make it good again
Baby, good for you and me
Baby, please believe that anything I can do
You know I'm going to do it for you
(Forget about me, forget about these eyes)
(Forget about me, say good-bye)
There was too much rain, too much humidity
Tell me why you did what you did to me?
Honey, you're the judge, there ain't no jury
And I'm just an innocent boy
Used to being guilty
(Forget about me, forget about these eyes)
(Forget about love, say good-bye good-bye)
(Forget about me, forget about these eyes)
(Forget about love, say good-bye good-bye)
(Forget about me, forget about these eyes)
(Forget about love, say good-bye good-bye)
I'm gonna make it better, babe
'Cause tonight gonna make it good again
Yea I wanna make it alright
Wanna make it alright
Honey, I want to make it good again
Baby, I want to make it better, girl
Yeah better for you and me
Honey, wait and see
I know it's been a long, long time
But it's going to be alright
Honey, you mustn't let it drag you down
When there's a lot a fools around
And anything I can do, honey
I'm going to do it for you
I want to make it better, baby
Listen, I want to make it good again
Baby, good for you and me
Baby, please believe that anything I can do
You know I'm going to do it for you
(Forget about me, forget about these eyes)
(Forget about me, say good-bye)
There was too much rain, too much humidity
Tell me why you did what you did to me?
Honey, you're the judge, there ain't no jury
And I'm just an innocent boy
Used to being guilty
(Forget about me, forget about these eyes)
(Forget about love, say good-bye good-bye)
(Forget about me, forget about these eyes)
(Forget about love, say good-bye good-bye)
(Forget about me, forget about these eyes)
(Forget about love, say good-bye good-bye)
I'm gonna make it better, babe
'Cause tonight gonna make it good again
Yea I wanna make it alright
Wanna make it alright
Writer: DAVID ALLAN STEWART, THOMAS EARL PETTY
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Spike
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Oh, we got another one, just like the other ones
Another bad ass, another trouble-maker
I'm scared, ain't you boys scared?
I wonder if he's gonna show us what bad is?
Boys, we got a man with a dog collar on
Think we oughta throw ol' Spike a bone?
Make me say, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Oh here's another misfit, another Jimmy Dean
Bet he's got a motorbike
What'a why'all think?
Bet if we be good we'll get a ride on it
If he ain't too mad about the future
Maybe we oughta help him see
The future ain't what it used to be
Listen, hey Spike what'd like?
Hey Spike what'd like?
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Oh hey Spike what'd like?
Hey Spike, you're scarin' my wife
Hey Spike, tell us 'bout life?
Could you tell me about life?
I'm may need, need, a dog collar to, boy
It might make me say, say owh
I might say, I might say
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Oh, we got another one, just like the other ones
Another bad ass, another trouble-maker
I'm scared, ain't you boys scared?
I wonder if he's gonna show us what bad is?
Boys, we got a man with a dog collar on
Think we oughta throw ol' Spike a bone?
Make me say, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Oh here's another misfit, another Jimmy Dean
Bet he's got a motorbike
What'a why'all think?
Bet if we be good we'll get a ride on it
If he ain't too mad about the future
Maybe we oughta help him see
The future ain't what it used to be
Listen, hey Spike what'd like?
Hey Spike what'd like?
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Oh hey Spike what'd like?
Hey Spike, you're scarin' my wife
Hey Spike, tell us 'bout life?
Could you tell me about life?
I'm may need, need, a dog collar to, boy
It might make me say, say owh
I might say, I might say
Writer: Thomas Earl Petty
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music
Dogs On The Run
Well we come with what was on our backs
Yeah, when the leaves had died and all turned black
Back when the wind was cold and blew them 'round
When we laid our blankets on the ground
Yeah and I woke up feelin' hungry
Lookin' straight into the sun, and left a cold night on the ground
Like a dog on the run
I fell overboard and washed up on the beach
Yes, let the waves and sand roll over me
I was helped to the home of a young bleached blond
Who said 'honey I discovered early in life there's ways of getting
Anything I want , some of us are different
It's just something in our blood, there's no need for explanations
We're just dogs on the run'
The room was painted blue and gray
All my meals were served on a silver tray
Oh she would laugh, and light m why cigarettes
She said 'honey, ain't it funny how a crowd gathers around
Anyone living life without a net?
And how they'll beg you for the answers
But it won't ever be enough, there's no way you could ever tell 'em
It's just dogs on the run'
Yeah, when the leaves had died and all turned black
Back when the wind was cold and blew them 'round
When we laid our blankets on the ground
Yeah and I woke up feelin' hungry
Lookin' straight into the sun, and left a cold night on the ground
Like a dog on the run
I fell overboard and washed up on the beach
Yes, let the waves and sand roll over me
I was helped to the home of a young bleached blond
Who said 'honey I discovered early in life there's ways of getting
Anything I want , some of us are different
It's just something in our blood, there's no need for explanations
We're just dogs on the run'
The room was painted blue and gray
All my meals were served on a silver tray
Oh she would laugh, and light m why cigarettes
She said 'honey, ain't it funny how a crowd gathers around
Anyone living life without a net?
And how they'll beg you for the answers
But it won't ever be enough, there's no way you could ever tell 'em
It's just dogs on the run'
Writer: MICHAEL W. CAMPBELL, TOM PETTY
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Marys New Car
Mary got a brand new car
Mary got a brand new set of wheels
Now everyone is so charged
Man you don't know how good it feels
And we want to go where she goes
We want to listen to her radio
Mary got a brand new car
Mary got the one she was savin' for
Now everyone here is so charged
Mary never looked so good before
And we want to go where she goes
We want to listen to her radio
Can we ride? Mary can we ride?
Can we ride? Mary can we ride?
Mary got a brand new set of wheels
Now everyone is so charged
Man you don't know how good it feels
And we want to go where she goes
We want to listen to her radio
Mary got a brand new car
Mary got the one she was savin' for
Now everyone here is so charged
Mary never looked so good before
And we want to go where she goes
We want to listen to her radio
Can we ride? Mary can we ride?
Can we ride? Mary can we ride?
Writer: TOM PETTY
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Best Of Everything
She probably works in a restaurant
That's what her mamma did
But I don't know if she ever really
Could've put up with it
Or maybe she sings in a nightclub
'Cause sometimes she used to sing
But I don't know if it ever
Amounted to anything
Said, listen honey
Wherever you are tonight
I wish you the best of everything, in the world
And, honey, I hope you found
Whatever you were looking for
Yeah and it's over before you know it
It all goes by so fast
And the bad nights take forever
And the good nights don't ever seem to last
And man, we never had the real thing
But sometimes we used to kiss
Back then we didn't understand
What we were caught up in
So, listen honey
Wherever you are tonight
I wish you the best of everything, in the world
And, honey, I hope you found
Whatever you were looking for
Yeah, baby
Wherever you are tonight
I wish you the best of everything, in the world
And, honey, I hope you found
Whatever you were looking for
That's what her mamma did
But I don't know if she ever really
Could've put up with it
Or maybe she sings in a nightclub
'Cause sometimes she used to sing
But I don't know if it ever
Amounted to anything
Said, listen honey
Wherever you are tonight
I wish you the best of everything, in the world
And, honey, I hope you found
Whatever you were looking for
Yeah and it's over before you know it
It all goes by so fast
And the bad nights take forever
And the good nights don't ever seem to last
And man, we never had the real thing
But sometimes we used to kiss
Back then we didn't understand
What we were caught up in
So, listen honey
Wherever you are tonight
I wish you the best of everything, in the world
And, honey, I hope you found
Whatever you were looking for
Yeah, baby
Wherever you are tonight
I wish you the best of everything, in the world
And, honey, I hope you found
Whatever you were looking for
Writer: Tom Petty
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Gone Gator Music
Southern Accents is the sixth studio album by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, released on March 26, 1985, through MCA Records. The album's lead single, "Don't Come Around Here No More", co-written by Dave Stewart of Eurythmics, peaked at number 13 on the Billboard Hot 100.
The song "Southern Accents" was later covered by Johnny Cash for his Unchained album in 1996.
While mixing the album's opening track, "Rebels", Petty became frustrated and punched a wall, severely breaking his left hand. Subsequent surgery on his hand left him with several pins, wires and screws holding his hand together.
The album cover features an 1865 painting by Winslow Homer titled The Veteran in a New Field.
The album would prove to be the last album to have any involvement of bassist Ron Blair until 2002.
Performed By:
Tom Petty & The HeartbreakersThe song "Southern Accents" was later covered by Johnny Cash for his Unchained album in 1996.
While mixing the album's opening track, "Rebels", Petty became frustrated and punched a wall, severely breaking his left hand. Subsequent surgery on his hand left him with several pins, wires and screws holding his hand together.
The album cover features an 1865 painting by Winslow Homer titled The Veteran in a New Field.
The album would prove to be the last album to have any involvement of bassist Ron Blair until 2002.
Genre(s): Heartland rock, southern rock
Producer(s): Mike Campbell, Jimmy Iovine, Tom Petty, Robbie Robertson, David A. Stewart
Length: 39:54
Released: March 26th, 1985
Year: 1985